Fred Thomas - Brickwall lyrics

Six pack, thirty rack, brick wall I'm gonna drink them all I hate myself in a way I hate myself every day Flag flights, blue and white, red stripe The animals are right, there's got to be another way There's got to be a better way But you don't really talk to him now He's just a costume that you once wore You don't really talk to him now Don't think about him 'til you're falling on the floor And crawling on the floor No, you don't really talk anymore Don't really talk anymore You spend your time Looking at books about New York from the 1990s But you know it's not the same anymore It's not the same anymore And all your friends, every single one of them They're unavailable They're obsessed with taking pictures of their children They've got one foot out the door They were born with one foot out the door And you don't really talk to them now You're like a postcard that they can hang You don't really talk to them now Unless they call you to lethargically complain To make fun of the old gang No, you don't really talk anymore Don't really talk anymore You don't really talk anymore Don't really talk anymore One time, I remember You told me I was like a child that's too smart for the lesson But still didn't learn anything You were my boyfriend then Six pack, thirty rack When are you gonna come back? Come back and be my boyfriend again Come back and be my boyfriend again Come back and be my boyfriend again Come back and be my boyfriend again Come back and be my boyfriend again